Bronchoscopy
“Let’s take a look.” What did it mean?
Knocked out, whoever saw the tool
shoved down through pipes as some blind mule
puffing protest out of its spleen?
Not everything that grows is green.
Hot spots can show a fact that’s cruel
or Nature’s deathless urge to fool.
Who can be sure about what is seen?
Like pent-up breath suddenly freed,
a fresher gust can blur the sight
of bitter truths that only fear can feed.
Denial fills a basic need
to shun the slide that’s prob’ly right
and see a flower, not a weed.